The Story of Our Lives

The move

I just sat and told Adam what had happened last night. He just sat and listened to me and my struggles from the past 12 hours in particular. I picked up my coffee and nursed it. He blessed me with that small sad smile of his and waited for me to put my coffee down before pulling me into yet another hug. This one was longer than the others. At least he couldn't see me crying on his shoulder. I was holding my breath in order to stop any sobs escaping my mouth. I failed miserably at this. He heard me and held me tighter and whispered in my ear.

"It's okay Damien. I've got you. I won't hurt you. You're safe with me. I promise." he said in a voice softer than clouds. I really did feel safe with him. I sighed on his shoulder and then pulled away from him.

"We'll just finish our coffees and then we will sort through your things and get you settled." he said. "You can stay as long as you want."

When we finished our coffees we stood up and grabbed my bags from the hall and carried them up the stairs into Adam's room.

"You can stay in here. I'll sleep in the living room." he said while putting my bags on the bed and walking to his wardrobe to make room for my crap. "Don't even fight me on this." it's as if he could read my mind.

It only took 45 minutes to sort out my stuff. But I was still getting flashbacks to the night before. However I didn't even touch the random crap that was on my dresser. He was incredibly patient with me. It's as if he just knew what I was thinking. I suppose he did. He'd done all this before. Once I was all unpacked we just sat on the bed talking about our lives. Likes and dislikes. Favourite films. I told him all about my musical and typically "gay" obsessions and how I'm forcing myself to expand my horizons but what that really means is making myself not restart Glee for the third time in a month and rewatch different musicals that I had already seen before restarting. Although I didn't mention that.

I showed him my list of the rewatch list which consisted of 22 things that I knew for a fact were on streaming services or that I had the DVD for and then 4 that I might not be able to watch for lack of existence on streaming or DVD abilities. The list was: Moulin Rouge. West Side Story. Rocky Horror. Little Shop. Grease. Les Mis. Mamma Mia. Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again. Phantom. Evita. Funny Girl. Jesus Christ Superstar. Charlie and The Chocolate Factory. The Note Book. When Harry Met Sally. The Boy From Oz. Hairspray. Beetle Juice. Struck By Lightning.  HeartStopper. Glee. In from the Side - - If I can: Fame. Heathers. Dear Evan Hansen. Miss Saigon.

As Adam looked over the list he giggled and his eyes widened. "Moulin Rouge?" he questioned. I just rubbed the back of my head and looked at my feet.

"Yeah. I love it." I said shyly. He practically jumped off his bed and opened a drawer and handed me a programme of Moulin Rouge and said he saw it when he went to Italy with a few of his friends a few months back. "Do you want to watch it?" he asked hopeful.

I couldn't force the huge smile off my face no matter how hard I tried.

"I'll take that as a yes." he said giggling and grabbing his tv remote and pulling up the film on Amazon Prime. We both sat watching the film and sang along with all the songs and then Come What May. Easily my favourite song. I started singing the Ewan McGregor part with no thoughts about it. I never sang in front of people. But then he joined in with the Nicole Kidman parts. My eyes welled up with tears.

"I've always wanted to sing that song with someone and have it as my wedding song. At least I've sang it with you now because I doubt the latter will happen." I said and looked down.

"Hey don't say that." he said. I could feel him staring at me.

"I can't help it. It's the curse of the hopeless romantic. Having vivid imaginations about every romantic moment with that special someone but in our generation romance is almost dead. It's hard to find someone to fall in love with rather than someone who just wants to shag." I said sadly. He did the same sad smile I did.

"I know how you feel. I'm a huge hopeless romantic. Emphasis on the hopeless." he said clicking his tongue. "Oh well. I can live vicariously through romance films, novels and tv shows. "I mean Heart Stopper. Like it's so realistic unrealistic. Or maybe I'm just jealous" he said giggling.

"We are so alike. I feel like we are going to get on really well." I said confidently and very hopeful.

"Oh absolutely. For example." he said with a smirk and leant behind him and grabbed a pillow and gently smacked it in my face. I just flopped back on the bed giggling and completely consumed with happiness.

"Oh it's on." I said in my cockiest voice and grabbed another pillow and hit him with it. We both knelt up on the bed and started the pillow fight. I was winning for a long time. He looked as though he was going to give up and sat back down in the bed so I did the same and then suddenly a pillow hits me in the face and I am yet again knocked back on to the bed. He kneels up and continues hitting me. I couldn't move for giggles. He then leant directly over me and kept hitting me and our eyes locked together. Butterflies erupted in my stomach ad heart. I saw him flinch. And then he sat back on the bed. I was slightly disheartened. I did think he was going to kiss me. He must have been completely disgusted with me. I'm not attractive in the slightest.